𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 || ArDi ||

40. Nothing is OK.

~ KUCH TO BATA ZINDAGI ~

“ Ek din mohabbat odh kar,
Ek din gali ke mod par,
Teri hatheli oar likhu mera nam tere nam par.
Fir tu takaluff chod par, phir tu jhuka kar ke nazar rakhna mere kandhe par sir.
Zindagi. ”

PS. get a box of tissues... Henceforth— may I add...

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 "I see," Someone announced, followed by the echoing of footsteps in the dead silent room, "The Fireborn Princess has taken great pleasure in vandalizing my poor brother body." 

Draupadi's feverish eyes snapped from the kneeling Dushassan to the intruder. She pushed back Dushassan's shoulder with her leg, that was previously placed on his chest, letting his body fall limply to the floor. Dushassan groaned as his back hit the cold floor. He curled his body into a ball, his stomach clenching in pain and his breaths coming out in breathy pants. Draupadi ignored the groaning Dushassan, looking at Duryodhan. Her barely controlled rage was on the verge of snapping. And it all got worse when she saw the cunning King of Gandhar limp from behind of Duryodhan. 

Shakuni's eyes widened as he saw the sight. Dushassan, one the greatest warriors of Aryavrat lay motionless on the floor. Surrendering to a- to a mere female? A gender lower to the males. His soul was about to leave his body when his eyes landed on Draupadi. The scene was gruesome. Yagyaseni's white robes were stained in blood. Blood dripped down her right hand and the dagger that was clenched tightly in her hands. She stood over them, looking like the goddess of death. Her blood soaked strands were loose, fluttering, as if the wind was assaulting them. Her beautiful eyes had turned dark and cold. The corpse of Dushassan worshipped the goddess at her feet. The cruelty ran in her veins, filling him with terror. Duryodhan could believe the sight. Her beautiful lips were pulled in a snarl. Her bright blue eyes that shone with gentle radiance were gone. She blinked like the harsh winter winds that fluttered their wings, so icy that it could give the sun a frostbite. Her spine was steeled and her heart armoured, ready for any blow fate pushes at her. Lava dripped from her soul, and looked like the melting fire in her eyes. She looked at them calmly like the silent storm. 

Shakuni was the first one to recover from the shock. He looked at Dushassan's body one last time, blood had pooled around his body. Draupadi walked towards them with stealthy steps, her feet dipped in Dushassan's blood. Red footprints were left behind on the floor. Shakuni saw a familiar dagger at her waist, strapped beside the sword. He squinted his eyes before they flared wide open in recognization.  

"Rings a bell, Gandharaj?" Draupadi quirked an eyebrow, holding the snake-ly dagger before his eyes. 

"None," If scared, he did a pretty good job of concealing his emotions. His voice came out in monotone just as he had expected. Faking innocence he asked, "Where'd you get that stiletto, Princess?" 

"That's none of your business," She snapped harshly, "What are you doing here?"

Gandharaj gulped down his insult, "What do you mean?" He mocked, acting naive as a newborn. 

"Don't act innocent, Gandharaj," She warned in a low voice, the edge in her words made Shakuni squirm like a wet kitten. He shivered to his core. Draupadi stepped closer to him, Shakuni staggered back. "Trust me," Draupadi spat venomously in his face, "It won't take me more than a minute to strip you bare and show the world the snake you are." 

"Mere bacche," Shakuni mumbled and shivered in fear. Not wanting to take any chances, he limped and tried to hide behind Duryodhan. Duryodhan sensed his uncle's fear and stepped ahead.